Never use "Final Weapon" first
After Diakum and the Fallen Norgannon fell into Sea of Darkness, Burning Legion's raid entered the most brutal stage.
These demons did not seem to be eager to enter the ground to enjoy the "fun of war". On the contrary, they changed their usual war style and began to use ruthless Orbital Bombardment to carry out saturation attacks on the ground.
The beams filled with Fel are shot down from high altitudes. They are not accurate, but the ground attack is extremely destructive. The fortress will collapse and melt if it takes one hit. It would be even worse if it directly penetrates into the gathering area of ground troops.
In terms of the power intensity of the Draenor world, unless there are K'ure Alliance warriors wearing "Seal of Immovability" in this army, relying on the defensive halo protection to reduce the destructive power of the bombing to the point where no one will die, otherwise, facing the scattering orbital bombardment of the demons, the Warriors of Draenor can only pray for good luck.
Draenei's two cities have energy matrices that can barely defend some key areas, but other races do not have this condition. Their commanders can only spread their respective armies to the maximum limit to avoid being overwhelmed.
But this plays right into the devil's tactics.
Once the army is dispersed to a certain extent, when the demons advance to the ground clearing stage, those fragmented armies will not be able to withstand the waves of demons' attacks.
Faced with this situation, Twins Archbishop immediately dispersed Light Weaver Warband and asked the commanders to take the risk of taking Landing Pod to various key defense areas of the K'ure Alliance.
Commanders at all levels of Light Weaver Warband enjoy Light Oath Lord's War Authority. In this case, being able to open up a solid area in the bombing zone can definitely effectively reduce the casualty rate of Draenor Warrior.
Of course, any commander with strategic thinking knows that the demons cannot be allowed to continue bombing like this, especially since Sarkir most likely gave the order "the bombing cannot stop" before entering the ground.
The Shaper is very aware of the destructive power of his former compatriots in the ground war. Argus The decisive battle of the world will still be talked about by demons more than 20,000 years later.
It requires the demons to clear the ground area after area while maintaining the advantage of fire projection.
Anyway, the fleet it brought this time was enough. Even if part of it was delayed and blocked by the Restoration Army's fleet, the remaining ones were enough to use Gleam's beam of Fel to plow every part of the entire Draenor continent.
This order obviously goes against the warlike nature of the demons. When these chaotic beings born in Twisting Nether face the two choices of "killing with main gun" and "killing with weapons", 99.9% will choose close combat to vent their desire for destruction.
To put it bluntly, although the demons have starships, Fel Battleship has never been a decisive weapon in the battle sequence of the Burning Legion.
Although this kind of bombing killing is more efficient, the demons just don't like it!
Killing and being killed is Legion Path. Hiding on a starship and watching enemies being bombarded to death from a distance cannot satisfy the demons' Bloodlust desire.
They really don't care about winning, Fel just asks them to destroy.
However, no demon dared to disobey Sarkir's order in this situation. They could only hide on the starship and wait for the main gun bombing to completely destroy the defense system in an area before being allowed to land on the ground for harvesting.
This method of victory may be very efficient, but the demons really have no sense of "participation". However, soon, the "turnaround" that the demons were looking forward to came.
"You have really worked hard, and I will be touched by it. If I had not become a devil, I might be as excited as you and devote all my strength and potential to the great cause of regaining my hometown!
However, we are already on opposite sides."
Sarkir holds a staff made from his own spine, and under the Destructive Resonance of his former skull, he keeps setting off waves of Fel that sweep across the city of Karabor Temple.
This steadfast city fell apart before its eyes, and those buildings were annihilated and destroyed by it. This was not even something that Sarkir could destroy. It was just the aftermath of its battle with Velen that caused such destruction and collapse.
The Shaper seems to want to give the prophet a happy life with his own hands.
It raised its head and looked at the urban area protected by Holy Light, knowing that it was the defensive force mobilized by Mother of Light and all Naaru. Several starships were constantly firing their main guns to bombard the area, but they were completely unable to shake the shrouded light curtain.
Well, the energy of Primal Naaru is really shocking.
But it doesn't matter, after dealing with Velen, I will personally remove the dazzling Holy Light protection.
But then, a scorching Solar Fist exploded in front of Sarkir, not only forcibly interrupting the VanCleef encirclement and destruction ceremony that it was preparing to cast, but even caused Holy Light to pour in, making the Shaper feel the burning of Sunflare.
This made Sarkir look at Velen in surprise. After noticing the change in Holy Light, the Shaper laughed and said mockingly:
"What a pragmatism, prophet, what kind of ecstasy has Diakum poured into you to make you give up your way of controlling Holy Light and instead kneel down and worship the sun with him? In your heart, do you really believe that Diakum will become the Sun God of this era?"
Do you really believe that he can reignite the sun amidst the dark erosion of Sea of Darkness?"
"It's not a question of whether I believe it or not."
Velen took a deep breath, transforming his once gentle healing Holy Light into the light-heated Sunflare.
For a Holy Light Chosen like him, after understanding the Sunflare way of Diakum, it is not difficult to transform his Holy Light form.
The Sunflare-ified Holy Light is obviously more destructive, especially when facing a demon like Sarkir.
Those hot lights turned into beams of light like a corona, flowing under the firm protection of the staff held by Velen, running through the city that was constantly being devastated by the beams of light from high in the sky, blocking all the demons who tried to rush through here.
Anyone who dares to do the former will be incinerated in Sunflare.
In the city behind him, Sunwell Floating Isle was taking off. The floating island carrying the energy wonder seemed to have prepared a very exaggerated spell, causing the golden energy of Sunwell to converge towards the center of the ceremony.
The Shaper was impressed by the tenacity of old Velen, and looked at the Arcane Academy campus built on the floating island with surprise and relief.
It can tell that those buildings are modeled after the former Mysterious Academy. After more than 20,000 years of wasted time, the most proud inheritance of his life finally shines again in the sea of stars.
Sarkir feels that maybe he should let go of that Floating City and let it become a witness to the destruction of the Draenor world.
The next moment, the dazzling energy shot directly into the sky from Sunwell Floating Isle in the form of a beam, like a Light Blade pulled out from the ground, and like the unyielding Warrior challenging the sky in this way.
The Shaper laughed.
It propped up Fel's shield to absorb and block Velen's divine attack. It raised its head and "admired" the beam of light soaring into the sky, breaking through the planet's atmosphere and trying to attack the starships that were bombarding the planet's orbit.
But obviously, such a long distance is too hopeless for an energy wonder like Sunwell.
"If it were three times more powerful, it could hit starships in orbit on the ground. It's a pity. You have tried so hard, but it is like spitting at the sky and will only humiliate yourselves."
Sarkir laughed heartily, and at this moment it lost all interest in the Arcane Academy.
No matter who is living in that academy now, if he can use his precious energy in such an incompetent way, it proves that he has no wisdom at all.
It is better to destroy such a stupid academy, lest it remain in the sea of stars and ruin its reputation!
However, when it saw the change in Velen's "pleased" expression, Sarkir immediately realized that things were not as simple as they thought.
"You may be curious about what we make at Draenor. You are curious, right?"
Velen did not attack under this tragic war sky. On the contrary, he took a few steps back. In the ritual of keeping the Sunflare-like corona boiling and blocking the demon's advance, the prophet roared at the top of his lungs:
"You're here, you're here in person, very good! Sarkir, we will let you see Argus Restoration Army's trump card! We will let you see how precious fire we have preserved for more than 20,000 years.
Now, that flame is lit!"
At the same time, on Sunwell Floating Isle, Little Witch Jaina rushed to the energy tower and reported to the exhausted Ms. Vilara:
"The energy beacon we launched has arrived at the orbit of the planet. The landing point is very precise. Dean, you can send out the signal! Let Argus Lord pour energy towards the position of the beacon, triggering a cosmic storm that is enough to destroy all the demon starships in orbit at once."
"Okay, very good."
Veilara leaned on her staff and looked back at the jungle where World Tree Taya'la was. She clearly noticed the cracks and bulges on the jungle floor, which was the gesture of Argus Lord getting up from the sacred cave.
The third dean of the Arcane Academy withdrew his gaze and looked at the city square above Karabor Temple, which had become an anxious war zone.
She seemed to be able to feel the sarcasm of the old dean Sarkir, but this time she might be disappointed by the "supervisor".
Yes, Ms. Vilara is also a student of Sarkir. Although compared with Archimonde at the same time, she is not valued by Sarkir, but now, thousands of years later, the former "ugly duckling" has the qualifications to compete with her mentor.
The successors of Sarkir are obviously not stupid enough to use their magnificent energy to create a war spear that can poke a starship like the original people.
That's just a "beacon".
It was a beacon that provided precise guidance for the great power that would burst out later.
A small half of the Tanaan Jungle earth is tearing apart.
Amidst the movement of World Tree shaking his roots and Divine Construct actively cooperating with Argus Lord to get up, "Knight of the Lost Homeland" Argus, who finally stepped onto the battlefield with his own feet, moved his stone arms.
He raised his head and looked up into the sky, then grabbed the Tidal Stone of Gogonas and clasped it in his hand, assumed a posture of "Kamehameha", and used the energy beacon that had just been shot into the orbit of the planet as the aiming point.
The next moment, the creation energy belonging to Star Soul was activated.
The faint blue Creation Force surrounds the Pillars of Creation in his hand, mobilizing all the power of Gogonas used to shape the sea and sky of the world, and stimulating it after a short period of energy storage.
The energy ring visible to the naked eye burst out from Argus Lord's hand, and the entire jungle and even the clouds in the sky were scattered and peeled off at this moment. Thunder, which was dazzling enough to make Sarkir squint his eyes, turned into a killing and purifying trident, breaking through the Fel starships that were still arrogantly spraying destruction in the middle of the planet's atmosphere.
A "cosmic storm" is taking shape!
Under Argus Lord's not very skilled control, the sea and sky energy from Tidal Stone continued to surround the impact point of the explosion.
Just like a Dyson sphere enveloping a star, the beating Arcane Energy spreads and envelops it in a devastating Thunder way. All Fel Battleship along the way are pulled in and then detonated and incinerated.
The constant spilling of Fel Bombardment finally stopped.
Instead, starship wreckage like meteor showers are constantly being captured by the world's gravity, falling towards the land surface that has withstood the impact of Fel.
Lightforging Little Hellscream, who had long been exhausted by the ground bombing, rushed out of Nagrand's hole. He held his battle ax and raised his head, looking at the spaceships that continued to fall from high altitudes and were still exploding.
Although he still didn't quite understand what happened, Orcs's mouth opened into a sinister smile.
Due to his keen awareness of war, he realized that the bombing stage was over, and there would be no annoying Fel Bombardment to interfere with the battlefield.
The war finally returned to a scene he was familiar with.
Garrosh closed his eyes, held Gorehowl in his hand, and smelled the mesmerizing wind of war in the air. When Fel's crack opened in the Warsong Clan's ancestral land, and when those ferocious demons came out of it, both sides actually let out a roar of "enjoy the war."
The demons can finally enter the ground to vent their destruction with satisfaction, and the Warriors of Draenor no longer have to hide and tuck in. They can finally pick up their battle axes and really compete with these Bloodlust mad demons.
Burning Legion came from afar and didn't invite people to taste the "local specialties" of the Draenor world. Wouldn't it seem that they Orcs don't know etiquette?
A giant Antaan Destroyer carrying two warhammers walked into the battlefield like a walking hill, making Little Hellscream's eyes brighten.
"The biggest one belongs to me! You can handle the rest by yourself."
The Mag'har war leader shouted to the Orcs Warriors behind him:
"Eredar is returning to their hometown. As the children of Draenor, we must also follow them on the battlefield where the enemy Aggramar is.
But I won't take everyone there!
The cruel battlefield is a paradise for warriors, but a hell for cowards.
If you want to become a noble hand of revenge in the name of Draenor, then give me a decent performance. 99! Yes, 99 Demon Skulls, this is really the most basic condition.
Rush!
Mag'har. Let us embrace and become the winds of war!"
"Ouch!"
The brave brown-skinned Warriors, wearing steel armor forged by Eredar, holding weapons blessed by Holy Light, holding high their clan Battle Standard, rushed out of their ruined homes under the leadership of the war leader.
The demons in front of them roared, and the excitement of the blood of war made the eyes of these destroyers turn red.
They hedged against Orcs and then
One row of them was cut down in one encounter.
What's even more terrifying is that these guys are shrouded in strange "sunshine", and the demons chopped to death by them will turn into ashes!
Riding on a horse!
Light Butcher is no longer satisfied with burning the devil with his own hands, and has begun to wholesale "Ashbringer"!
What kind of Lightforged joke is this?
In the war field of Karabor Temple, Sarkir stared dumbfounded at the godly giant standing on the earth. He was carved into the shape of Eredar, wearing a gemstone crown, carrying Shield of Aggramar on his back, holding Tidal Stone, and hanging from his waist was the stone hammer of Khaz'goroth.
When Sarkir looked at Him, He also looked at Sarkir.
"Traitor!"
The Lord said so.
Just like a certain verdict, at this moment Sarkir suffered a heavy blow to his mind and staggered back.
It finally knew what "thing" Draenei had created in this edge world, and it turned out that it had guessed correctly. Velen and Diakum had indeed prepared "surprises" for the war to recover Argus.
The bad news is that even though it tried its best to overestimate the defensive power of Draenor, it found that it still underestimated its compatriots when it arrived on the battlefield.
"That's Argus Lord! That's the Most High! That's World Soul of our homeland! Oh God, He is with us!"
A trembling roar sounded in the ruins of Karabor Temple.
The hunting colonel from the Krokul Clan walked out of his hiding bunker excitedly. In the bombed-out city, he and his Warriors looked at the divine giant striding towards them.
The close connection between Eredar and Argus Star Soul allows everyone who sees Him to recognize Him.
Star Soul is not dead!
Star Soul has been waiting for the moment of recovery under the protection of Draenei. Now, Eredar's ten-thousand-year exile is finally over.
Under the personal leadership of the will of their hometown, they will embark on the true journey home.
Eredar will definitely return home!
The demons who followed Sarkir into the world of Draenor were retreating. Facing the cosmic gods who were striding forward, wielding Thunder and storms as weapons, they also felt oppression and fear.
What frightens the demons even more is that those Eredar rush out of their city like crazy, like boiling sea water flowing and rolling, roaring like mercury pouring down the ground, rushing towards them and drowning all the unlucky demons who can't escape fast enough.
Those guys were so vicious and crazy that the PTSD of some old demons who participated in the Argus war more than 20,000 years ago was activated.
It seems that at this moment, they have returned to the past of their crazy death battle with Eredar.
Countless Battle Standard are swaying, countless Warrior are shouting, and countless weapons are waving. Wherever the Lord of the World can see, His bravest children are fighting for Him, just like Argus Final Battle more than 20,000 years ago.
Yes.
That's just a truce!
The decisive battle has never ended. After a truce of twenty-five thousand years, the decisive battle has begun again!